Numerous definitions of love exist,types as well.
That's for those that believe in it,like mother to child and wife to husband.
For you and I things are different.
But almost the same somehow.
Brown skin,soil.
Pink skin,cloud.
Either way we are both of the earth.
I carry trees of hope,you wield rains of peace.
Shower them that forbid our love,
Based on immotive minds that hinder inter-continental bonds.
Tongues that obstruct inter-cultural births.
Eyes that blinden inter-racial light.
To the sun,with them that curse our young love.
Age and race.
Time and distance.
Mediums curse.
But our hearts shall bless the love untill rock turns to dust.
M.O.O aka Carswell evoL�
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